Dear Dead Poet…

“So if I asked you about art you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written…

Michelangelo? You know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right?

But I bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling.
Seen that.

If I asked you about women you’d probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites.

You’re a tough kid.

I ask you about war, and you’d probably–uh–throw Shakespeare at me, right?

But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap and watched him gasp his last breath, looking to you for help.

And if I asked you about love you probably quote me a sonnet.

But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone could level you with her eyes.
Feeling like, God put an angel on earth just for you … who could rescue you from the depths of hell.

And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel and to have that love for her to be there forever.

You don’t know about real loss, because that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself.

I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you; I don’t see an intelligent, confident man; I see a cocky, scared shitless kid.

But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine and you ripped my fuckin’ life apart.

You’re an orphan right? Do you think I’d know the first thing about how hard ! your life has been, how you feel, who you are because I read Oliver Twist?

Does that encapsulate you?

Personally, I don’t give a shit about all that, because you know what?

I can’t learn anything from you I can’t read in some fuckin’ book.

Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are.

And I’m fascinated. I’m in. But you don’t wanna do that, do you, sport? You’re terrified of what you might say.”

–Robin Williams

Yours,
Pano

PS:

Nothing is an obstacle, even death — but is rather a stepping stone to a new place and towards the ultimate victory.

Get this understanding under your belt and then You’ll have some amazing super powers.

Alternatively, to lack this power means to be dominated by failures, external dramas, and perpetual unhappiness.